the shits bias/
dragon breath screamin at raigeems like believing in french diets/
while you slay scenes, to betray me and my origin/
its metaphoric, i'm horrid, sent to bury us like carcasses in a graveyard, confirmed/
on this often mishelped hysetria, now the shits serious/
Iraqis are fearing us, so keep the sums up/
is it freedom? cuz we free and dumb/
must be or you leaving you son of a bleeding gun/
fast addicts steeple to bleed while your feet are numb/
adrelinine...
or is it the pill they gave to prevent men from contending chemical weapons despention/
dont mention ends, and juggle contraband/
stand with burgers from mcdonalds in hand/
and beat dead bottles to grams, corporate pirates/
and force to leave your iris...display like a foster child from his parents palms/
and arabic supermarket jobs to paratroopers turned hard/
chopping Harry Truman loops, and conquer truth against their military assaults/
iller than my choruses, Narcicyst always believe in God/
in times many men find these fine rhymes/
sensitized, trying to find a reason why/
hope you get the message like prophetic descendants...they owning yah/
on the streets of Iraq they selling Iraqnophobia